★Nuel's POV★
I clutched my throat as I left the dining, the bitter taste of the pottage I ate still lingering on my tongue. Today, I had been lucky enough to be given pottage and not the broth from last night but even the pottage was nothing to write about.
Oats, cabbage and onions. That was all that had been boiled together and presented to me by the servant. If I were allowed to prepare my own meals, I knew I would come up with something far better than what that servant had served me the two times I'd joined Alpha Noca at his dining.
His words echoed in my head as I sat on the floor, struggling to breathe. When I first came here, I had beaten him down because of Eryndor's possession, now I was sprawled on the ground like a weightless wolf, easily picked up like a feather, as if I were nothing more than one.
It wouldn't be long before Alpha Noca began to suspect that I was hiding secrets.
